There was a slight grim feeling on the exhaust.
Old meme videos of broken platform hikers in white.
Flea Market Trash;
I’ve been there, but you know now what you do.
Make yourself the target.
Put it there, in blonde pompadour and act like you haven’t been hated awhile.
Purporting an existence – as if you walk this life.
Jump in.
Dive on in.
Oh, you’re up in there.
What could that mean to you?
I wear shoes of many colors,
Of course the busted-sole cover ones when I need to breathe.
Old Skool, Low-tops.
All-black.
Always on clearance.
Always cheap.
Always a half-size up, when I gotta move.
Gotta go fast, and rattle on like some kid on a buggy.
Shopping Cart or 36; my mistake,
That’s different speak around here,
And I’ve only been using slang..
But someone always speaks up.
Interesting.
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